Aneamic

One

"You don't belong here," I didn't move. "You're not safe here..." he trailed off. I closed me eyes and shook my head. How could I not belong here? By the time I opened my eyes the boy was gone and everything was black and white again. 

"I just don't know anymore. These dreams just seem so real" I finally say out loud to myself, letting out a small laugh."Am i going crazy?" For years I've been getting these dreams. Very vivid dreams. So vivid that they could almost be real. But they couldn't be for the places that I've dreamed are far to beautiful for a world like this. Beaches with sand the colour i'd imagine the sky to be would seem far to peculiar for my black and white world. Nothing could compare to the the abandoned buildings that shine in the sun light and the night skies that let out a deep purple glow. I  sighed, rolling onto my back to so the sun could warm my pale face. I could live for the rest of eternity in this dream world of mine and leave all I've ever known behind. Actually, it would be a relief to leave. I don't fit in here. I never have...

I must have drifted off because by the time I came to, it was dark and the temperature had dropped immensely. The black sky was blank except for the round, lonely moon. I sat up and lowered my gaze to look at the clear water beneath me. That was when i heard the rustling. I stilled and listened. Nothing, I heard nothing. I let out the breath I didn't know I was holding, stood up, and turned around. I better get going, my foster parents are going to be worried sick! I thought to myself. Oh wait. they don't care what happens to me!  Slightly annoyed, I made my way off of the rock ledge I had been resting on and stumbled toward the path that lead me home. That was when I heard it again. Rustling. Oh crap...  RUN!   I took off in a sprint. Huffing and puffing as I went and when I finally thought I was far enough away for the noise, I stopped. With my hand on my knees, I hunched over and closed my eyes, trying to catch my breath.  When I looked up, I noticed that I was somewhere new. I must have taken a wrong turn, I thought. Where was I? I took a good look all around me. I was at the end of the path. On both side of me, there were trees. Rows and rows of tall pine trees. In front of me stood an old house. A wooden two story with overgrown garden beds filled with debris. Something about the house drew me and and I felt compelled to approach it. With curiosity clear in my eyes, I cautiously made my way towards it, steeping over misplaced branches. I was closer now, four or five meters away, and I swore I saw some one in the large rectangular window. But when I blinked, they were gone.